Post by ST Alex on Sept 6, 2011 9:21:05 GMT -8
The rumors are flying faster than a coconut-laden swallow…
“What was with that costume anyway? It was a costume, hey, Figaro?”
“Yes, idiota. It was a costume. Why in the seven hells those Templars decided to defend just that Saint, is what I want to know.”
“’Cause there was more than one!” Pale trembling hands slosh ale over the table.
“It still looked like some kind of mummers farce! There was this woman dressed as a witch-heretic, it looked like she got badly burned, and –“
A fist is slammed on the table, startling all the drinkers.
“Gentlemen, please! We *hic* have to keep our heads. Now I know *burp* that there was this…person, out there, who wore a hat with three eyes! Therefore, it had to be…to be…”
“Shut up Fernando, you’re drunk. There really was a fire at the southwestern tower of St. Mark’s, and so far the death toll is at eighteen.”
Disagreeable mutters into deep cups, and crossings all around.
“What drama! Saved by darkness and things that jump over rooftops, and Saints dressed as Heretics, and I don’t know what else.”